Today I am mostly...
...trying to drink a cup of tea... I started making my first cup of tea at 9.15 am this morning...already an hour and a half after my (normal) first cup... I have boiled the kettle far too many times to count... made the tea in a pot 7 times... in a mug 9 times... actually reached the point of adding some milk twice... It’s now 9 pm... and I am considering doing the unthinkable and nuking this cup... because after one brief blessed sip... I’ve been sidetracked again and my tea is just that shade too cool to be drinkable.
This calamity has been brought to you by ‘over-privileged Brit denied TEA by caring responsibilities, who is going to jail forever for murder if her bloody brother doesn’t give over from needing shit for just long enough to let her drink her blinking tea!’
I may be a teensy bit over-tired.
Pah. Sleep is for wimps, I’ve only been looking after him for 110 hours since Friday. LIGHTWEIGHT.
